The Butcher spoke again, his smile unshaken, completely different from the absolutely ruthless figure who once killed Kings as easily as chopping vegetables, like slaughtering pigs. He seemed like a sunny uncle from next door.
"Just as you say, senior." The old quasi-King nodded repeatedly like a pecking chicken, showing utmost respect.
Speaking of seniority, the Butcher was likely older and more ancient than his father, who would also need to show respect if he were present.
"Take me to the eroded area."
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the Butcher wasted no time and got straight to the point.
His words were concise and forceful, leaving no room for doubt.
The old quasi-King quickly responded and respectfully led the way.
They traversed the desolate lands of the Frontier Wilderness, heading toward the area eroded by mysterious power.
